Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Disaster Movie

Bonez: "..."
Rock: "..."
Bonez: "Can you, for one day, just stop making me smile?"


We're going down, down in an earlier round; and Sugar, we're going down swinging. I'll be your number one with a bullet; a loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
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Twilight movie. Nope, don't stop reading there. Keep going.
It was good, better than I expected. Although there were so many girls concentrated in that one area of Highpoint. I have never seen so many girls in my entire life. I could honestly say that I was truly scared. My friends and I were lining up, awaiting access into the glorious cinema. They were in a frenzy, a crazy trance more-like. I stood behind them, not fully understanding their squeals of horrified excitement. Sure, I was looking forward to the movie... Just not as much as they were. So I stood there and waited patiently.

My friends are pretty crazy and immature. But I love them for that. So you can imagine how supersonic their screams went when the line began to move. However, there was this young woman waiting in line behind us with her boyfriend... Criticising my friends. "Ugh, stupid tweenagers. Ugh, they should learn how to shut up!" and "Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea. Ugh darl, I feel sorry for you. Ugh this, ugh that."

I wanted to turn around, punch her in the face and state that;
"Number one, these are my friends you're talking about.
Number two, we are not "TWEENAGERS".
And numero troi, if you don't like it; LEAVE, GIVE YOUR TICKETS TO SOMEONE ELSE AND GO HOME AND DOWNLOAD IT."
But I held it in and gave her a look. Her boyfriend didn't seem reply to any of the nasty remarks she said. He simply sighed and nodded his head.

So once we got in, we ended up waiting for the movie for one hour. Halfway through the movie, DURING ONE OF THE GOOD PARTS, the film caught on fire. Like literally burned out. There was chaos and absolute madness in the cinema for 20 minutes.

Rocky jynxed us.

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I have homework to do. And I hate, hate, hate it when people think you're an Asian who struggles with understanding English... So they talk to you really slowly.
Yen's leaving for the Phils. tomorrow morning.
My holidays are going to be rrreeeaaalll boring now. I miss you!

Shadows by The Getaway Plan

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